We Tell You Lies Because We Love You. {poetry}
We tell you this place is ready for you, that you can lead us, heal us... we do not mention what it will cost you, we tell you lies because we love you.
Browsing Tag:
Bell Harding
Where Shall We Place the Sorrows? {poetry}
It is all you, it is all in you
breathe your sorrows small
love them small
live them small
We know it is a big ask
but you must make room for your sorrow
The Lady and the Bird. {poetry}
She loved that bird
you understand
The lady had her wings clipped too
by a heartless world
that did not take the time
to understand her dreams
Where We Are Going, Will There Be Grass? {poetry}
Whitman asked of us to “loaf and invite our souls”
to “observe a spear of grass” and did you?
Did you let your frame soak into the earth...?
Another Word for Lost. {poetry}
It will look like a home but they will look around
and think, this is not it, and it will be time to go
Nomad is another word for lost
Mango Woman. {poetry}
Here I am
sweet ripe mango woman
half-wise
I will attain more wisdom
as my flesh puckers to my stone
hot wrinkly custard skin
brown from the sun
Our Garden. For My Darling. {poetry}
Our garden is home to
small bright songsters
there is always water for them
and no surprises
The fence is rickety split
like crooked teeth
When Love Was a Mixed Tape.
Each boy, each tape, took me further from my parents' vinyl collection... Mixed tapes were a shy and beautiful courtship.
Some Days. {poetry}
Some days I think it would be beautiful
to swim in the currents of lunacy
wearing the cracked leather of my skin
It would be hysterically funny
The Knowing Place. {poetry}
These are the knowing things
feel the connectedness of it
breathe with it
all that has gone before
all that is yet to come
distilled in a single moment